As Alou passed by, a swarm of villagers surged forward, their cries tearing through the festive atmosphere of the New Year, each with a solemn expression.
Faint snatches of conversation carried over.
"Collapsed, it caved in. Someone died..."
"Such a pity, didn't even get a bite of the New Year's Eve dinner."
Feng Yun leaned against the carriage wall, her body chilled, gripping the hand warmer tighter and tighter.
After a good while, Alou returned, panting heavily.
"My lady, a house upfront collapsed and killed someone."
The families that lived there were all refugees who had settled in Andu County back then.
Although everyone received a resettlement fee when He Qia implemented the new policies, due to tight finances and the search for convenience, most of their houses were poorly built. Some simply found timber and thatch on the mountainside, content with just a place to dwell.